I have found another story to share
Once again I don't know the author
I received it via email and if anyone
knows the author or where it originated
I would be more than happy to give credit
where it is due. For now, enjoy!
THINGS I THINK I OWN
Today I stood at my window and cursed the pouring rain.
Today a desperate farmer prayed for his fields of grain.
My weekend plans are ruined; it almost makes me cry, While the
farmer lifts his arms and blesses the clouded sky.
The alarm went off on Monday and I cursed my work routine.
Next door a laid-off mechanic feels the empty pocket of his jeans.
I can't wait for my vacation, some time to take for me.
He doesn't know, tonight, how he'll feed his family.
I cursed my leaky roof and the grass I need to mow.
A homeless man downtown checks for change in the telephone.
I need a new car; mine is getting really old.
He huddles in a doorway, seeking shelter from the cold.
With blessings I'm surrounded: the rain, a job, a home,
Though my eyes are often blinded by the things I think I own.